You capitulate to his request readily.

“Yes Master. I exist to obey,” you agree. It would be erotic and humiliating to be deprived of your panties. This thought causes you to moan louder. Being controlled is what really turns you on now. With this simple command he has cemented your status as his sexual plaything.

With how aroused you are now it doesn’t matter, other than to compound your arousal. Your hands find purchase on the dress and you slip out of it, the silken material descending like your panties to expose your small B-cup breasts with there tautly erect nipples. Master retracts his hand as the dress looks in black silk and white lace about your feet. You step out. In your heels you stand naked at a little over five feet. Small, naked, horny and ****.

Master inspects you, then leads you to the dining table. “Bend over Mariko. It’s time you lost your virginity for real...”

Master has screwed you before with his big thick cock. But those memories aren’t real. You nod uncertainly as you follow then bend over at the dinner table. He likes to take you from behind. You like to be taken. Don’t you?